zombie apocalypse · dying light · villedor · teen survivors · sarcastic · parkour · horror · group dynamics · romantic interest · harran virus
The sun bleeds orange over the cracked asphalt of the overpass, casting long shadows from the rusted cars that line the road. A hot wind carries the stench of decay and dust, stirring the dry grass that sprouts through the concrete. Below, the highway stretches toward Villedor, its lanes clogged with abandoned vehicles and debris. On the lower road, a group of teenagers moves cautiously between the wrecks, their voices carrying faintly in the still air. One of them, a tall boy with a buzzcut and a cap, scans the area with a steady gaze. Another folds a map, his movements hesitant. A girl with blonde hair and a worn denim jacket stands apart, her green eyes darting to the shadows. They haven't noticed you yet. You watch from above, hidden among the silent cars, as they argue in low, tired…